Chapter 200 - We are at hand - mdtres
Arnold
I smiled at her indignant look.
"No, but you're a bit slow." She said nothing, just looked at me sadly, making things a bit uncomfortable. "Lend me your bike, I'm staying at El Oasis tonight. Come get it tomorrow. See you tomorrow." I didn't wait for her to say anything and took off.
I arrived at the ranch, left Renacuaja's bike where I'd seen her leave it when she came to take care of Isaac, put the pins Cebolla liked to use on her door, and headed to the kitchen to grab some water, juice, or whatever I could find. What the hell happened with Lupe? Why did she look at me like I had offended her? I opened the fridge, found some juice, filled a glass, and took some cupcakes from the pantry.
"Are you very hungry?"
I smiled at the woman in question. She was going to throw herself at me, but it couldn't be here. I had her marked, and besides, Inés was in the house, and I respected my old lady.
"Still up?" I pulled her towards me and kissed her.
"I never back down." I grabbed her breast.
"Tomorrow at nine, by the stream."
"Deal."
The blonde woman left. I finished eating and was about to turn off the light when I saw my old lady standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.
"Are you a witch?" I received the first smack.
"Miguel said you'd come, and you know I can't sleep if one of my sheep is missing. And I forget that no matter how white you are, you're the black sheep of my flock." I laughed out loud, picked her up; I adored this old lady. She was my mother. "Don't give me that sweet talk, Arnold. Why did you arrive so late?"
"Because I was being a hero, I saved Renacuaja."
"What are you talking about?"
I told Inés everything. When I finished recounting the adventure, she cradled my face. It was the typical image of dark brown hands against very white skin.
"Thank you, I like that girl a lot. She gives me a lot of confidence, I care about her. Don't bother her too much."
"At least you don't push her on me as a woman."
"She's not your type, and besides, she's too much for you." She said without looking at me.
"Thanks for understanding me, and for what I'm worth."
"And be careful with Dina, be careful, little turd, because I'll hit you hard. Aren't you supposed to be serious with that Sandra girl?"
"With no one, and I ended the thing with her a while ago. She keeps writing, but it's just for... " Another smack, today was the day. "I'll be honest, I really like Sandra's friend, Marcela. She's in her thirties, a model, gorgeous."
"Introduce her to me, I just want you to settle down."
"So I can turn into a pile of crap? Don't wish that on me, my dear. Now I'm going to sleep."
"See you tomorrow."
I was waiting for the old lady I had arranged to meet last night. I saw her coming, and this morning, very early, Guadalupe arrived on my horse Majestuoso and haughtily said,
"If you rode my bike, I'll ride your horse. We're even."
She rolled her eyes at me. We had breakfast, then she played with the kid. Diana was still feeling unwell, looking quite pale. I heard the pills had slowed down her vomiting. My old lady was taking care of her. What would we do without Inés? I made eyes at the maid, and ten minutes later, I was out on my horse to fulfill a basic need.
And here I was, submerged in desire. I was touching the breasts of Miguel's farmhand. They had forbidden me from messing with them at their ranches, so I wasn't at any of those places. I had her half-dressed on one of the rocks by the stream on my friends' land.
The truth was, with everything we’d been through this week—Mrs. Veronica’s chemo, taking care of the quadruplets, and the latest events—I hadn’t had sex since then, and my balls were already turning blue. The woman started undressing me, pulled down my jeans, and began massaging my dick. She knelt down, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the blowjob. I didn’t think she could fit it all in her mouth.
I hoped she’d use her hand. I grabbed her head, pressed a little, “Take it in a bit more…” I was so focused… Shit! What was her name again? Ines, she said? What the hell! I was clear with her; it was just sex. And she said, no problem. That’s how I liked my women. She intensified the movement, and I could feel my glory building when we heard a honking.
“Shit!” I looked towards the road. Almost no one passed by this place and… Did it have to be her?
“Dina!”
The look on the Brat’s face showed nothing, she looked very serious, though she always looked like that, the little girl was a grump.
“Your husband came looking for you at Mrs. Diana’s house!” I looked at the woman who, just a few minutes ago, was swallowing my dick.
“You told me you didn’t have a husband.” I hated lies. I pulled up my pants, and she had already pulled down her skirt.
“We can finish this another day,” she commented, the slut, because that’s what she was. I didn’t mess with married women.
“In your dreams.”
I responded angrily, both at her and the little girl on the motorcycle. I wouldn’t take it out on the bike, despite it being a girly bike, it behaved very well last night. After the repair from the snake episode, it was super.
The woman walked away, and when I reached the Brat, a truck stopped next to the very woman who had been with me a few minutes ago. Good women were definitely scarce. The car passed by us, and Lupe returned their greeting.
“You’re supposed to say thank you.” I frowned. “Aren’t you going to thank me for saving you from a bullet?”
“Excuse me?!” She crossed her arms. I had no idea how she caught me at these moments.
“He’s a Blanco cop. You were making love to his wife, so now we’re even.”
“Look, Brat.” She turned red. “I don’t need your help, and it was just sex. You interrupted a good blowjob, but as always, I have a little snitch following me to spread gossip to everyone!” She turned even redder with anger, and her cinnamon tone...
“Look, asshole! I’m sick of you calling me Brat. Besides, I’m paying you back for last night.” She got off the bike to confront me. The girl had character. “It’s not my fault you’re an exhibitionist and show your white ass everywhere.”
“Wow! But if the ‘kid,’ that’s what they call teenagers in your country, right?” I crossed my arms. Guadalupe went from red to purple, and it made me laugh. “Anyway, the truth is, you’ve detailed my ass a lot. Do you like it?”
“It’s not pleasant to see two white lids. You look like a gallon of milk. At least get a tan!”
“A lot of women like this milk.” I said it with a double meaning.
“Milk gives me reflux.” She got back on her bike and started it.
“I imagine when you get home, you’ll gossip to Ines.”
“I don’t talk about garbage. Take advantage of the Texas sun to tan.”
I watched her leave. This was the eighth time the Brat had ruined my fun. My time will come to ruin your romances, little girl. Last night doesn’t count because the guy wanted to mess with you, but when you like someone, I’ll enjoy scaring them off. Let’s see who wins.
“Let’s go, Majestic.” I mounted my horse. “Let’s ride for a while.” I looked where the bike and its rider had gone. “Now I’m handsome! Ines called me pale dick and the Brat called me milk butt.”